The Mystic

[Dark Muse]

The Mystic

Eyes
shine bright
through the night
with secrets told
illumined by candlelight
where the smoke begins to unfold
revealing gems greater than all the gold
kneel before Hecate beneath the stormy skies
under the moon her knowledge to behold
feel the lunar kiss burning cold
awaken new insight
wisdom of olde
burning bright
moonlight
dies

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm not normally a fan of this form but here you employ it so gracefully.

[dizzydoll]

Its beautifully constructed. It must have taken ages to get it just right, in the shape of that gem.. the diamond. Good job. :thumbsup:

[Dark Muse]

I'm not normally a fan of this form but here you employ it so gracefully.

It is a beastly style, I do not know why I torment myself so, but I cannot resist the challange, and I think this is one of the better poems I have been able to produce using this form.

And thank you dizzydoll

[Bar22do]

what a job! form harmony plus meaning! wonderful.

[tailor STATELY]

I'm not familiar with this form (well, most forms actually [so much to learn!]). This form brings a strength, a dimensional quality that I find fits your subject very well.

Very well crafted. A gem borne from torment as well; a self sacrifice...

[Dark Muse]

hehe thank you!